Ronny's prick was throbbing wildly by this time. A droplet of pre-cum oozed from his cock-knob and flowed, onto Jeannie's tongue. She let it slide down her throat and found it to be a powerful appetizer, making her hungry for more. Her mouth watered, and her tongue tingled. It's wonderful to suck a cock, she thought.
She drew her lips away from his cock. She wanted to see his cum first, before she swallowed it. Another drop squeezed out and ran down his bulging prick-knob. Jeannie watched it slide down for a moment and then curled her tongue out and gathered it up. She savored the succulent fuck cream on her taste buds, then, tossing her head back, she let it slip down her throat.
"Ummmm, delicious," she sighed.
Ronny moaned… "Suck it… suck my cock!"
Jeannie began to work hungrily on his prick, alternating between licking and sucking. She slurped up and down on his cock, dipping so far down that his hot cock-knob was again lodged against the entrance to her throat.
Ronny was thrashing and moaning and heaving his ass up from the seat. He was fucking up into her mouth, humping in as her mouth descended and drawing back as her tightly compressed lips glided up his prick. He held her head in both hands, but there was no need to hold her in place, for she had no desire to release her mouthful of simmering prick.
His cock seemed to be getting bluer and hotter all the time, and she had an idea that it would not be long before he shot off in her mouth. Eagerly, she slurped away, enjoying every aspect of cock sucking, the taste, the texture, the moist sounds his fiery prick made as it slid along her tongue and through her lips.
Ronny was trembling violently.
"I'm… I'm gonna blow!" he cried.
Jeannie began to bob her head up and down faster now as she realized that his load of cum was almost ready to spurt into her mouth. She gasped as his drooling cock head jammed into her throat. She sighed as her taut lips dragged back up his throbbing prick on the up stroke.
Ronny wailed with ecstasy.
Jeannie's head went down to the hilt of his prick and, just as she took his cock her mouth, he shot his wad in a tremendous spurt, coming with such force that her head rocked.
She gasped as her mouth was suddenly filled with thick, hot fuck cream. She gulped the creamy cum down ravenously to make room for more. Immediately, a second great spurt was already surging up his cock. She slammed her face down and took his cock deep in her mouth just as he hosed her throat with a second great load of jism.
Again, she swallowed furiously and then slurped back up his prick. Some of the succulent jism ran from her lips and poured down his cock. She jammed her mouth down after it, not wanting to miss a single drop, and he shot again, hosing her tonsils with his quicksilver fuck fluid.
Ronny groaned and heaved and whimpered.
Then he collapsed back in his seat, his whole body quivering.
Jeannie continued to pull and suck on his prick until she was sure that she had milked out every last drop, that not a single solitary drop remained lurking in his cock or balls.
At last, when she was sure that she had sucked his balls dry, she pulled her lips away from his cock head and looked up at him with a contented smile and a dreamy look in her eyes.
Ronny was too overwhelmed to think.
But naughty little Jeannie was thinking: Gee, if a mouthful of cock and cum is so wonderful – what will a cunt full of the stuff be like?
She turned toward the mirror – which was a real mirror, in this room. She gazed dreamily at her reflection. Cum was running down her chin and sparkled on her lips. Her eyes glowed. She could see why her mother loved to suck pricks, and she could understand, now, the thrill that her parents got from watching other people fuck and suck.
She'd wanted to do that sometime, too. But at the moment, Jeannie wanted one thing most of all. She wanted to get fucked.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Catherine and William were married – but not to each other.
They worked in the same office in town and found each other mutually attractive. They had flirted a bit, in a mild fashion, and William had kissed her once, passionately but that had happened at the office Christmas party, when they were both drunk and such things were expected to take place.
William had often gazed at Catherine as she moved past his desk, her splendid ass swaying, and wondered what it would be like to fuck her. And Catherine had often had the same thoughts about William. She was not a promiscuous woman, but he was a very attractive man, and working close to him every day, it was natural that she should have those ideas. They always both went home directly after work and had never met each other any place but at the office.
Today, fate took a hand.
The air-conditioning system had gone on the blink. These were pampered workers, quite unable to cope with a natural temperature and the boss, seeing that no work was getting done, anyway, decided to let the staff take the rest of the day off.
Neither Catherine's husband nor William's wife knew about this.
And it just so happened that, leaving the office building, the two of them wound up together in the same elevator – with no other passengers to hinder fate.
"Well, I don't know what to do with myself, now," William remarked in a friendly and conversational tone. William was a tall, good-looking man with blond hair and a charming smile.
"Aren't you going home, then?" asked Catherine.
Catherine was tall – although not as tall as William – and had curly tresses the color of mahogany. Her face was pretty, and her body was quite spectacular. Her ass was well packed, sweeping out in firm globes and then cutting sharply in to the backs of her thighs. Her legs were long and sleek. Her tits thrust out distractingly.
William said: "Well, my wife works, you know – and I hate to go home to an empty house."
"Yes, me, too," she said.
"I guess I'll find same pleasant bar – air-conditioned, of course – to spend an hour or so."
Catherine smiled as if she found the idea aggreeable.
"I don't suppose you'd care to join me for a drink?" he asked.
She hesitated. She would have loved to, in fact. But she felt a bit nervous about the situation. It wasn't so much that she didn't think she could trust William, who had always been a perfect gentleman, as that she wasn't sure if she could trust herself – especially if she had a few drinks in her. She remembered how nice it had felt when he'd kissed her at the office party. They had both been tipsy. If they were to get tipsy now, their inhibitions submerged in alcohol – well, there was certainly a danger that marital fidelity would not swim.
But the alternative was to go home alone.
The thought was depressing.
After all, this was sort of an unexpected holiday, and it seemed a shame not to celebrate it somehow.
"Why, yes – I'd like that," she said.
An hour later, with three drinks in them, they were eyeing each other soulfully across the table in an air-conditioned cocktail lounge. Their fingers had touched as he lighted her cigarette and again as they both reached for their glasses. The contact was electric. Their feet, too, had made contact, not quite playing footsie under the table, but with both of them fully aware of the casual touch.
Catherine knew that she was smiling seductively at him. She didn't mean to and yet, somehow, she could not seem to help herself. And she was arching her back, as well, so that her big, thrusting tits pushed out towards him, as if inviting his admiration, if not his caress.
"I find you terribly attractive," he said.
"I think you are… attractive too, William."
"Shall we go somewhere else?"
She knew he was suggesting they fuck. Her eyelashes fluttered. "Like where?" she asked, pretending innocence.
William was playing with his glass, nervously, turning it around and making a design of the wet rings on the table.